#Don't Let this Halo Fool You (Otherworld Verse)

[radmanraditz]

Whats it like in the afterlife raditz?

“Eager to hear the answer to this question, aren’t you? Hell was a miserable and boring place. But the Otherworld above it was quite interesting!”

“It’s where I got to be a guest for Princess Snake. Sure she planned on eating me. However...I got her to change her mind when she found out how much better it was to keep me alive instead. At least until the Oni from Hell came around trying to find me. Then I was off on the run again.”

[radmanraditz]

@sunshine-and-blue-roses {Continued from the Kiss on the Hand}

She laughed in response, “…I suppose so…but it’s cute, I’ll tell you that”, she said gently.

“Cute?” He repeated, sounding a little disappointed, but continued to smile. “That wasn’t what I was going for, but I’ll take it.”

[radmanraditz]

@bambola-amata {Continued from Here}

  “You have a smidge life left in you, mostly dead.”

“Tch. Then explain the halo that’s floating above my head? Another piece of evidence that I’m in this mostly dead state? Hmm?”

[radmanraditz]

@bambola-amata {Continued from here}

Raditz continued to look amused by the dry response the woman made. “Well, that was a bit of a mouthful, wasn’t it?” he teased with regards to her insult about him being a “talking bush” due to his long hair. That wasn’t anything new to the Saiyan.  “Afraid it’s not very original though.” Wisecracks have been made about his hair throughout his whole life, and his afterlife as well.

“If you want to be of some use, you could start explaining where I am. Is this an extension of Hell’s realm?” Hell was vast, and could connect to various other dimensions too. Exploration was far more favorable than standing around feeling bitter and bored with being damned.

Though it might cause this woman to raise a brow, since the deceased Raditz had a halo floating above his head of massive hair. 

[radmanraditz]

@jay-sherman {Raditz You Stink! Continued}

“Actually, I have not. There are many strong warriors here in Otherworld. Stronger than those who have been sent to Hell, even. That’s because Oni don’t patrol this cloudy plane of existence. People are free to train, and are even encouraged to. They even hold tournaments here. These favored warriors who have died are the real reason why there aren’t a lot of damned souls crawling out from below to cause mischief.”

“The fools from down below choose to send their various guards from Hell to come after me more though. A mistake on their part. Possibly because of pride. They’d never hear the end of it from the Kais I bet. I’m truly thankful for their stubborn commitment to make sure they try to catch me on their own. I’ve benefited from it greatly. I’ve grown stronger, faster. Every day I evade their attempt to recapture me is another day I can live free, and make the people who run Hell look like fools!”

“But I get the feeling you’re trying to rile me up. Is it a beating you’re asking for? Feh, you must have me confused for my hot-tempered partner. It takes more effort to make me lose my cool, friend.”

[radmanraditz]

“It’s ugh...Father’s Day.” (Part 1 of 2)

“So the Mun won’t be here helping me answer threads or asks. Grr and I have quite the stack again! She wasn’t of any use to me yesterday either! What does she expect me to do while she’s gone to see her father?! Go seek out my father?! Tch. Maybe if he ever taught me anything I would consider it! It’s a shame it’s not Mother’s Day. I would gladly try to find her if it was. There’s no way she’d be in Hell. She was actually a decent person. So she must be here somewhere.”

“I wonder what Nappa’s doing in Hell without me...not that I consider him a father, or anything asinine like that! If I did, he wouldn’t be a very good one either. But at least some of Nappa’s criticisms were constructive. I knew he was trying to encourage me to be better when I was younger. In his own misguided, oafish way.”

“Maybe I’ll send him a post card from Otherworld...ha! No! A letter! Telling him about everything he’s missing out on! Yes, I bet he’ll get so annoyed and wish he was here instead when he reads about how much fun I’ve been up to! That ought to get his mind off of Vegeta’s predictable betrayal for once! Then he could be envious of me!”

“Oh this is starting to look like it’s going to be a fun day after all!”

{Part 2}

[radmanraditz]

"Deal then," Not that she minded that for retaliation but rather something she's used to more. He is a stranger after all, "I'm heading to the Alchemy Labs. Want to tag along?" Pulling the tunic back on.

“What could be of interest to me there?” he asked with a raised brow, but was curious about this place she was inviting him to visit. 

[radmanraditz]

"So sore I can't sit properly. Next time you touch my rear, you're next. Capisci?"

“Then I promise I’ll start slapping your face every time you insult me from now on.” Raditz had no problem with telling a woman he’d hit her. He was getting tired of Naomi’s attitude and constant insults. Sometimes lesser beings didn’t know their place until someone hit them. 

It was clear he felt no sympathy towards her, and the pain her branded tattoos brought her. 

[radmanraditz]

Silence. Her grip tightened menacingly for a second before releasing him. She turns around and began lifting her tunic off to show her bare back to him. A mix between battle scars to actual brands she's received. Most notably circular emblems with the shape of a dragon within. She is hesitant before lifting to show a hint of the fresh brand just above the fat part of her buttock. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Raditz’s eyes roamed over her exposed flesh, but there was not a hint of lust to be seen in them. Somber curiosity mixed with sarcasm when he spoke. “Still sore from  your latest tattoo hmm?” 

[radmanraditz]

Eyes narrow at the tight grip of his hand against her arm. Pain or release? She shows her scowl. In turn, she grip tighter. "Wouldn't you like your fuzzy butt branded with hot iron?"

Raditz fought through the increased pressure and sharp pain from her nails digging further into his skin to smirk and make a quip. “Ah, so you’re more of a sadist than a masochist, hmm?”